Friday, September 12, 2008
Escape to the Wild Rumpus
At the end of each summer the husband and I escape reality for one weekend. We and hundreds of other unusual individuals don historical costumes, speak in strange (and sometimes very BAD) accents, and spend the weekend in the past. Historical and fantasy faires are common throughout the western world and I've delighted in attending them since I was very young. Now the real delight for me comes from taking on the persona of a person from the past. You see it's more that just a great weekend get away, we perform for the public and as such are forced into holding character and presenting yourself as an entirely different person. Slipping into my costume is like slipping into another persons skin. I'm instantly changed in every important way. How I speak, move, interact, and think is all at once altered. Though the rules of conduct are more restrictive it is also freeing to be this other person for a weekend. I can forget about computers, science, and higher learning and just exist in a simple way for a short while.